My Poetry

Dazzling

In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.

 

Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.

 

I don’t want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.

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